OK, I’m off on my writing days. It’s OK. I probably don’t actually know what day it is most of summer. It’s better that way. We’re so hyperfocused on days and dates when we’re teaching that it’s nice to take some time off from that. As long as I don’t miss any appointments.
Yesterday was surgery. It went well. I’m not in a lot of pain. Got rid of the heavy duty pain meds already. I feel better without them anyway, and now that I can take ibuprofen again, it’s effective enough. I get results next week. Meanwhile I’m mentally designing tattoos for the scar. It’ll be a while before I can do that, but I can still dream it. Everyone wants me to rest, but my body likes to move more than rest. I did OK yesterday…did a lot of stitching and watching videos. One was this Textile Talk by Dr. Teri Walker, who interviewed me at some point for an article she’s writing. Three of my quilts are in the talk, which was cool…
Shout out to all my political activist quilt friends also in this talk.
My surgeon had to sign the side he was operating on.
That sharpie is not coming off anytime soon. I have dissolvable stitches with a waterproof coating that will slowly deteriorate (I’m supposed to gently wash it with soap)…the plus is that I could shower today! There’s some adhesive that caused a mark and some other adhesive that will apparently take a few days to get the fuck off (not on the wound), so that’s fun. But I am no longer orange. I am signed though. WEIRD.
Stitching I did yesterday…
That freaking drizzle stitch tail took forever…
Finished the wings, put the eyes on, and started around the leaves…
I also finished one book and started two more. Wait, I think I finished two books. Hmm. I’m reading one on the Kindle app (nonfiction) and one in actual book shape (fantasy) so I don’t lose my saved up days/weeks on the Kindle. Yes, I guess that’s a thing.
I did ceramics on Saturday afternoon. This is one of the pots for the Man’s carnivorous plants.
It was fun to do, much faster than the last one.
I did a couple of coil pots too…
Just to use up the clay. I’d like to go in today, but everyone keeps yelling “REST” at me. You know, part of my resting is sitting on a stool at the ceramics studio and playing with clay. I could do that for 2-3 hours with no complaint.
From one of the books I’m reading…the last phrase especially.
Yes it’s a book about a bookstore. Once Upon a Tome. It’s amusing, but I’m not sure what the plot is. Or if there is one.
We hiked Saturday.
I’m allowed to take short walks today.
Hiking by Saturday? Maybe sooner. Except I’m doing all these school-related interviews Thursday and Friday. My fault for saying yes. My fault for giving a shit about who is foisted on me next year.
Saturday night’s drawing. New place for dinner. We liked it.
Nice space.
Saturday night’s ironing…I finished the tree in the 1400s.
It was easier than saving those fabrics aside until I got there.
Then Sunday night, I ironed all the fleshy bits on the first woman.
And last night (yes, last night I felt well enough to stand for an hour to iron), I did all the non-fleshy bits on the same woman.
Tried to add a lot of color. This quilt is heavy on the browns and grays at the moment.
Tonight (or this afternoon), I’ll start on the second figure. New flesh tones.
Legit.
OK, one of the things that sucks the most post surgery is that I have to wear a bra for 48 hours straight. I’m already done with it. I was done with it last night. I took it off to shower and it was hell to put it back on.
Not because it hurts…I just hate bras. It’s summer. It’s anathema to wear a bra.
This is the hood of my car…it is covered with bunny fur bits that were pulled out, probably by the hawk that was eating it…
In the tree above my car. It was sad. Although I’m glad only fur landed on my car. Ugh.
More random shit from the internet.
Also legit. And the last one…I swear…before I go REST again (I am tired of resting…yes, it has been 24 hours. Might be my max.).
Oh yes. Well, I will go read for a while and maybe stitch, or maybe come back in here and STAND. I was not put in this world to rest. Some people are very good at it. I fail. I get an F. Don’t lecture me about my body needing the time to recover. I think my body needs what makes me feel better right now. I know better than to lift furniture or dig holes (both are on my to-do list), but if I have to sit on the couch for another 8 hours, Imma kill something. Not a baby bunny though. I’m definitely watering things today. I’ll hold off on planting the other things, because I would have to use a big shovel, and I’d get shit for doing that. It’s a beautiful day out there though. Hard to sit still when there’s so much to do. Please don’t email me and tell me why I need to rest. I KNOW. I still don’t like it.
Kathy Nida 